little people, little houses happy living little lives when they
wake up with perfect makeup it makes me sick

don't need a life of my own, you know i'm so satisfied deep in the screen they
have made me believe i'm so pacified they keep me asleep with each day they repeat this life they pretend to me

i took
my television, unplugged it from the wall tiny people crawling as i broke it on the floor i put them in my pockets, took them
where they can't be found then i held them in my hands then i made them do really bad things

now i'm afraid to be at home
because i fear i'm not alone my television friends have grown now i'm afraid of what they might be selling what are they
selling